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From the mid-19th century to the early 20th century, a large number of churches and affiliated orphanages dominated by Western churches were established at Tokyo University.

Many of these orphanages raise funds under the guise of raising infants, but apart from a small number of healthy babies selected for promotional purposes, most of the infants are left to fend for themselves.

For example, the "Holy Infant Home," which was once the site of the Tokyo University Trial, had more than 4 infants, with a mortality rate of 94%.

There was also the Sisters of St. John's Good Deeds Church, which had been operating for over 20 years and had taken in tens of thousands of babies, but in the end, fewer than 100 survived, with a mortality rate of over 99%.

The Notre Dame Infant Home of the Sisters of the Dead received 4 babies between 1936 and 1949, of whom only 197 survived, resulting in a mortality rate of over 99%.

You can use the high infant mortality rate at the time to justify it, but the infant mortality rate at the end of the Qing Dynasty was only about 20%. Even the most heartless person can see the problem with the church orphanage's mortality rate of up to 99%.

The Danyang Incident of 1891, which shocked China and the world, erupted when people discovered that the church cemetery contained the gruesome remains of children who had been gouged out and had their limbs severed, and that there were no living infants in the orphanage.

It goes without saying how the shriveled and blackened infant corpse in the glass bottle came about.

Side Quest: Revenge and Rest

For centuries, the Demon Realm Dungeon has been tormenting infants, and this continues to happen. Searching for clues within the Demon Realm Dungeon and punishing the perpetrators will bring peace to the dead children and grant them blessings and special rewards.

This will be a long task. Do you choose to accept it?

Without a second thought, Wayne immediately clicked "accept".

What kind of award or reward is no longer important.

The key is to severely punish those inhuman bastards and give them a good kick.

He then carefully wrapped the glass bottle containing the corpse and put it into his spatial backpack.

He needed to find a suitable opportunity to bury the body.

He then carefully put away the small bottle of century-old opium tincture.

Wayne searched around but found nothing of value. He took the dog Wick back to where everyone was resting, wrapped himself in a blanket, and fell into a deep sleep while holding Wick.

The only advantage of this underground passage is that it's very quiet.

Wayne slept soundly and woke up the next morning to find that his mental energy had been fully replenished, reaching 1.7/1.7.

His experience points increased to 68, and his gold title of Saint increased by 8%.

The only downside after leveling up is that experience points and skills increase too slowly.

I still need to treat more patients to gain experience points.

Most of the homeless people living in the underground alleys have gone out, either to work, to beg, or to receive supplies from shelters.

Wayne led Mike and David out of the underground alleyway, quietly walked out of the abandoned warehouse, found a discount supermarket and bought a tent, and then headed towards the streets near Chinatown where they had previously camped.

Old Will followed closely behind, saying he was going to help.

Soon they arrived at the street and saw a dozen or so people standing there blankly in the area that had been leveled; they were clearly patients who had come to see a doctor.

Old Billy, looking anxious, scratched his head and asked the people next to him what had happened and where Wayne had gone.

After the saints "came back to life," old Billy and the others dispersed, but he was still overwhelmed with emotion.

Even when I'm working the night shift, I feel much more energetic than before.

He attributed all of this to witnessing the miracles of the saints and telling many of his neighbors in his dilapidated community about Wayne's existence.

So early this morning, old Billy brought a group of neighbors, relatives, and other people from the same community who needed to see a doctor, and they arrived here early, hoping to see Mr. Saint as soon as possible.

To his surprise, when they arrived, Mr. Saint's tent was nowhere to be found.

Only an empty space remained.

I asked a few other homeless people nearby and learned that the police had cleaned up the street yesterday, so Mr. Saint was nowhere to be found.

Old Billy felt as if his heart had suddenly gone empty.

It was as if he had become the one abandoned by Bondier.

His biggest regret at that moment was not staying by Mr. Saint's side. If only he hadn't gone to work the night shift last night... but he knew in his heart that was impossible.

He had no choice but to work in order to buy insulin for his grandson, to pay rent, and to survive.

At this moment, his heart was filled with endless sorrow and frustration, and he felt as if his whole being had been emptied out.

"Woof woof!" A familiar bark came from behind. Old Billy quickly turned around and looked, his previously gloomy face instantly turning into one of surprise and delight.

"Sir! You've arrived!"

The saint appeared behind him!

Wayne nodded and looked at the crowd queuing in front of him, saying:

"Sorry to keep you all waiting, let's begin."

Mike and David quickly began helping Wayne set up the tent, while old Will was equally busy, looking respectful.

Upon seeing the unfamiliar face of Old Will, Old Billy suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Who is this? Why are they so close to the saint? I was here first!

They also began to help maintain order.

Once the new tent was set up, Mike and David gave each other a few words of advice before heading off to work, and only then did Wayne enter the tent.

Old Will stood imposingly outside the tent, one hand on his hip and the other holding a revolver in his pocket, keeping watch for Wayne.

A sense of crisis flashed through old Billy's mind, and he quickly asked into the tent:

"Sir, may we begin?"

Inside the tent, Wayne had already arranged the voodoo bone pile and said calmly:

"Come in."

The tent flap was lifted, and a man coughing incessantly walked in, pleadingly addressing Wayne:

"Sir, my lungs are very uncomfortable... Please exorcise the evil spirits from my lungs..."

As he spoke, he humbly lowered his head, placed the roll of US dollars in his hands into the bone-filled pottery jar, and knelt before Wayne.

Wayne nodded slightly.

Yesterday's snowfall has caused even more people to catch a cold.

For some people who are already weak or have respiratory bacterial infections, this could be fatal.

He immediately raised his hand and pressed it against the top of the other person's head, instantly activating the [Basic Witch Doctor] skill.

He could sense that the other person had many hidden injuries and old ailments, but the most serious were the trachea and bronchi, and there was also some infection in the lungs.

From the perspective of witch doctors, it is a kind of shadow pollution.

With a thought, he channeled a warm current from his palm into the other person's body, instantly dispelling most of the shadows in their respiratory tract.

He then poured a glass of milk laced with antibiotics and dexamethasone, chanted a series of incantations, and acted out the whole thing vividly before handing it to the other person, saying:

"Drink it."

The other party seemed to have already heard about this process from Old Billy and the others, and the healing effect of the [Basic Witch Doctor] skill had already dispelled most of his discomfort, so he quickly drank it down with profuse thanks.

I had heard that this saint's treatment was effective quickly, but it would still take half a day. Now it seems that it works on the spot!

"May the Lord Bless You Forever! Sir, thank you for the exorcism, I feel much better now," the man said excitedly to Wayne.

Wayne nodded in acknowledgment, but did not say anything.

You say God is God, you say Bondiye is Bondiye, and as for me, you can do whatever you want.

When the previously sickly man stepped out of the tent, he was full of energy and vitality, as if he had never been sick at all, which immediately drew gasps from the crowd in line.

Your basic witch doctor skills have been improved (Specialization 10% + 1%).

[Experience Points +1]

Wayne looked at the panel and said:

"Next."

Because of the spread of Wayne's "miracle" yesterday by old Billy and others, there were more people coming for "exorcism" today than usual, about twenty or so.

Old Billy went back once more and brought Wayne some hot Mexican burritos and soup.

Facing old Will, who stood guard at the tent entrance with a gun and gleaming eyes, he had to make a good impression on Mr. Saint.

Although he had the [Basic Witch Doctor] skill, Wayne still deliberately slowed down the treatment speed. Each patient had to stay in the tent for at least twenty minutes, and Wayne had to meditate for a while after finishing his incantation.

After all, no matter how useful the [Basic Witch Doctor] skill is, it can't be used too casually, or it will be too conspicuous.

It could easily lead to another fatal disaster.

By the time the "exorcism" was finished for everyone, it was already evening, and David had returned home from get off work.

Wayne looked at the panel.

Experience Points: 68 + 22

Basic Witch Doctor (Specialization 32%)

He nodded in satisfaction.

Today was a very fruitful day, and my experience points will soon be converted into another free attribute point.

Inside the tent, David looked at the pile of banknotes in front of him with a delighted expression.

I made a total of $5000 today, which far exceeded my expectations.

"Bro, that's great! Adding the original $12600, the total is... $19600! I'll definitely earn $20000 to pay off my debts tomorrow!" David said excitedly as he quickly rolled up and tied the money.

Wayne clicked his tongue and said:

"Bro, you're wrong. It should be $17600. But we'll definitely have $20000 by tomorrow... or maybe not even tomorrow."

Americans really do learn math from football coaches.

The group then packed up the tent and, with expectant expressions, hurried toward the sewer shaft they had seen earlier.

The already limited snow has all melted, and the water in the sewers has receded.

It's time to collect the body.